13: The Beast Weapons

Attack the pure:

The pure were sprinting through the forest. Wielding their swords and axes in their hands. Screaming and shouting and cursing. Sam looked ahead and saw them coming towards them. He looked back at his army and screamed; "SHOOT TO KILL!" With that he lead his army into a battlefield. All of them screaming and shouting. Guns fired and swords clashed. Sam punched a pure member directly in the face and broke his nose. Getting on top of him, Sam began to punch at the fallen Pure member. Many men fell and many broke free of the shackles holding them down, freeing themselves and using the anger they had hidden away and saved for battle. Sam felt the world spin around him as the hilt of a sword was bashed into his temple. Everything became blurry. His vision, his hearing. He couldn't move, for the time being, so a pure climbed ontop of him and began to smash Sam's face in. As soon as Sam regained strength and full power over his muscles he sent the Pure rolling to the ground with a quick jab to the neck. The pure struggled for breath and Sam ended his pathetic life by stabbing him in the temple with his own dagger. From behind them could be heard; "MAKE WAY FOR THE ANARCHY!" Then suddenly, a tall, muscular creature came into view. Armoured in a dark, black armour, wielding a red, laser whip. It's face was red and scaly. It's eyes green. It roared and charged towards the fight. Sam's army retreated further into the wood but the creature kept coming forward. It cracked its whip and split soldiers in half, sizzling their flesh. Sam began to shoot the Anarchy and as it rushed forward, it stumbled underneath the rapid gunfire. Sam seized the opportunity and picked up a large, nearby axe and swung at the creature's head. The anarchy dodged the attack, however, it's scalp was cut open. The axe still left in it's head. The creature screamed in agony and stumbled around, trying to pry the axe free of it's head. The army shot at the creature's open wound, as the axe came free, and blood splattered everywhere. The creature fell to his knees screaming, but it wouldn't go down without a fight. Again, the sizzling red whip cracked and sliced soldier's heads clean off their shoulders. The gunfire rate decreased and the creature attacked. Crawling towards them, it's hands had now become talons, ready to rip flesh skin off of lively bodies. Sam rushed forward, swinging another axe and jumped ontop of the creature's head and dug the axe furthe into the open wound. Eventually he could feel a crunch underneath the blade and the skull cracked open, allowing the blade to dig deeper and pierce a jelly like substance and within an instance the body stopped crawling. It stopped moving, breathing, screeching. It just went dead. Sam jumped off of the head and rushed up the hill to catch a glimpse of the Pure, all running back to a cave in the distance. "And there lads," Sam began, "is where we need to attack to get the next beast weapon."